Central Commercial High School - Hour Glass Yearbook (New York, NY)

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Street Scene A crowded city street: children playingg cold soulless cars racing by, an old man seated by his window. The ball strikes the windowg he smiles. Then, as if in reprimand, he becomes solemn, opens the window, tells the boys that the park is the place to play ball. They jeer, sneer, laugh at him. They know he is too old to do anything about it. They continue playing. The man closes the window, shakes his head, mutters to himself. He sees in retrospect a car racing down the street: he knows what is about to happen. He has warned them. How could they know that beneath the sill, where they could not see, was a pair of crippled, deformed legs? They, as he before them, refused to listen. A screech, a scream, a tear falls in remembrance of what is yet to come. Catherine Giordano Pride Blinded by your rage, I I built myself a citadel I stammered on in vain. And there I stayed inside, You spun your web of violence, To weather every storm alone And caused me naught butlpain. With nothing but my pride. Like a tempest's cruel twist, They said, You have no love, no friendsj Or threats of pounding steeds, And inwardly I sighed, The aftermath is like a song I needed neither love nor friends, That sings of man's good deeds. I had my stubborn pride. The calm engulfed me, But now my reckless heart tells me, You had won. You've lived a lonely life of pain. Suspicious of my reckless heart, Afraid of sharing all your dreams, I trusted none. You've lived your life in vain. Bernice Da Silva - Dream On Never cease dreaming, For when your dreams have vanished, Your life is worthless. A person who strives to fulfill his dreams, May soon succeed with them. Celeste I. Mongiello ' 30

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The Secretary HER DUTIES: 1 2 . Typewrites to a rapid heart beat at sight of handsome male. . Files for safekeeping all eligible bachelors. 3. Cuts Stencils of dream house for two. 4. Carbon Copies glamorous movie stars. 5. S peaks In tell igen tly when asking for a raise. 6. Nlimeographs anger sparks when refused. 7. Calculates on Monday how to spend Friday's pay check. 8. Duplicates Orclev' for new eraser each Week. 9 10 . Renews Orders for dreamy dates. . Rejects Orders when male date is defective. Bernice Da Silva

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The Enigma o a Piece of Paper A piece of paper, whirling and twirling in the street. Trampled on, tossed aside, kicked and thrown away. A piece of paper. Insignificant? .Maybe Who knows what mysteries, what undescribed and inscrutable secrets, wlzat young, ardent, burning words, words torn from the depths of an agonized soul- yet as old as life itself-were transmitted on a piece of paper by a buoyant lover. Bat, if so, why does it lie there so forlorn, so abandoned, so . . . neglected? Could it be that the lover, after finding an outlet for his torrent of love, discovered his courage rapidly fading as he neared the letter-box? Yet, what if he had mailed it- but had fallen into the hands of a rival who had vengefully destroyed it? Is it possible that the woman involved had received it, and upon reading the declaration of love had tossed it scorn- fully aside with derision and with the hnality of a closed chapter? Who knows? Then, again, it might be a letter to a son from his mother written with the profound affection only a mother can feel for her son. The letter, no doubt lost in the mail, causes the mother to wait with anxiety for a reply from her son,' the son in turn awaits an expected letter from his mother. And the piece of paper? There it lies, scum, hlth, and soot from the city streets cover it. Lost, with no one to claim it. A piece of paper waiting to be mailed-words written boldly across it seem to be screaming, Take me to my rightful owner! Words, which no other eyes but those of two people were ' meant to see. A piece of paper, with a past, yes, but with no future. This paper will not be saved and treasured and, perhaps, tied with a blue ribbon to be read over and over again witlz nostalgic memories. N o,' it will be burned, or perhaps thrown into the river where the words will be zuashed away forever, leaving mystery of its content unsolved. A piece of paper. Insignificant? lllaybe. Olga Medina